Ghost Bird Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I had confined him for too long so this is a treat for both of us. I let Ghost run in the woods he ruled and hunted the wildlife till his blood lust was satisfied before we could go back to Aria. The human that will make me lose everything I had worked hard for. And the worst part? The thought is starting to not scare me anymore.

"Shift! The both of you!" I retreated with difficulty—I wasn't done protecting what was mine! "Now!" Emily roared with so much authority that Ghost whimpered inside my mind. "Mate looks...." Ghost muttered like a scared puppy and quickly retreated to the depths of my mind. Was he scared? My gaze caught Emily's, and my blood ran cold in my veins. Crap, was I in trouble? ****

Garfield shook his head, "Maybe because every dimension has almost the same background and places. Though it is pretty common." K Whatever nodded, "Yeah. I just got excited. It’s pretty first for me to find similar world to mine. Though I just started in this adventure so I’m sure there will be more." "There will be more." Garfield agreed and tapped her shoulder. "So how about we hunt now?" "Of course," she says as she pulls out her scythe. As they hunt, they didn’t notice a little ghost saw them and run to the back, “Master! Trespasser!”

I lean over and give him a peck on the cheek, careful not to put any weight onto his mending bones. “Milo, I know the doctors want to convince us otherwise, but I think Yee Naaldlooshii really pulled our spirits out of our bodies. Or… me, at least. Maybe he tried to do it to you too, but I kind of think you just got caught into… whatever he used to pull me in.” “Like… a portal to nowhere… kinda?” “Kinda?” I think about it. “That makes the most sense to me.” Milo is silent for a long moment. “Ghost thinks I got sucked in because you got sucked in. Since our spirits are fated to be together. He doesn’t remember anything after I started to feel like I was falling.”

Ghost prances over to me and sits down in front of me expectantly. "Oh, fuck. Ghost I didn't get the chance to go. I ran into some trouble, girl," she lets her head fall in disappointment her tail stops wagging and she slumps over to the staircase. "Want some ice cream?" "Why is she upset?" Micca asks when Ghost just huffs at me. This is the first time he tries to talk to me since I basically called him a man-whore.

Fvck ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Aira’s POV I shape shifted into a Jay Bird and perched on the tree near Chester’s favourite hiding place which was by the lake just at the end of the pack’s borders.

I murmured. Félix was a pillar of emerald fire beside me, but as the White Spire settled, his aura began to flicker. He looked at the ship, and for the first time, I saw him flinch. He didn't see an enemy; he saw a world where he didn't exist. "He's a ghost of a 'What-If', Little Bird," Félix growled, though his hand shook on the hilt of his dagger. "And he’s brought a whole lot of nothing with him."

The Ghost. My jaw clenched, a low, savage pulse of possession throbbing deep in my gut. For a year, I had believed I was holding a delicate, bruised songbird in a velvet cage. I had spent countless nights lying awake beside her, holding my breath, terrified that my darkness, my brutal corporate lifestyle, would shatter her. And all the while, she had been a phantom. A lethal, beautiful monster hiding behind soft smiles and trembling hands. The heavy steel security door at the end of the bunker corridor let out a sharp, pneumatic hiss as the multi-bolt deadbolts unlocked.

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.

Even as a spirit, he seemed more alive than anyone else in the room. "What? Too scared to sign?" my father, Frank, slammed his hand on the table. "Aurora, don't be ungrateful. Considering your mother's bloodline, it's an honor for you to be buried with a Volpe." I placed the contract back on the table. "I'll marry him." My answer was clipped and final. Brenda's hand jerked, and the nail clippers pierced her finger. The gambler's spirit shrieked and dissolved into black smoke that seeped into the carpet.